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Why Sven is the best husband (and brother?) I could ever have

Forget the imperfections for a day….HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! 🙂

I have actually been meaning to post about how especially wonderful Sven has been lately, but with the hurricane, election, etc., I had been putting it off. This week, I finally have time to finish this post, and it’s actually so fitting because today is Sven’s birthday!!!

Doesn’t he look so American in this picture? Looks like I taught him how to fist pump Jersey style…

Over the past few weeks, Sven and I have been going through a rough time with my mother. Without getting into too much detail, she basically suddenly lapsed into a severe depression and has been mentally and emotionally unstable. The good news is that she seems to be on an upswing and on the road recovery, but it’s a long road ahead.

As an only child of a widowed mother who lives alone, this has certainly been an emotionally trying and exhausting time. It’s actually one of the reasons that I decided to cut down my (guaranteed) posts to once a week. But, they say that adversity brings out either the best or the worst in people…and Sven has unsurprisingly proven that he is the best kind of person – and husband – there is out there.

Here are a few reasons why my amazing birthday hubby Sven is the absolute best husband, partner, and friend that I could ever ask for:

  1. He treats my mother like she’s his own. He even suggested we take alternating days off of work so we could “divide and conquer” taking care of her. How many husbands would actually volunteer to take days off work to take care of their mother-in-law alone?
  2. He’s like the son she never had, and even though that would make him the brother I never had (and always wanted), well, then I guess I have a sibling-husband! And I weirdly don’t find that at all gross to say. Maybe because I don’t know what it’s actually like to have a brother… Anyway, I really don’t know what I would do without his support – I can only imagine it’s like having a sibling to share the burden and commiserate with in a way only a sibling could understand. I guess?
  3. He is so patient with my mom, and I admit that I am not the one that’s known for being patient. Yet he knows exactly when he needs to be firm with her and tell her to “Just think positive, dammit!” It’s actually really inspiring to watch how he interacts with her ups and downs.
  4. He’s just always there for me. Through good times and bad, sickness and health (including my mothers’!), I always know I can count on him. Sometimes I feel guilty that he has to share my “only child burden,” and that he manages to be there for me in ways that I could never be for him. But usually I just feel so incredibly lucky to have him in my life.

Everyone is dealt a different hand in life. I’ve never had a tight family; I never really knew any of my grandparents; I was close with my father who died at a relatively young age; and now I am dealing with an aging mother, and I have no siblings. I could easily feel sorry for myself, but I think all these things have made me who I am – perhaps too tough and independent for my own good at times. But I have Sven…he’s like my great hero, my knight in shining armor, my fairy tale prince 🙂

Could I do this all alone? Sure. But it wouldn’t be nearly as easy/fun/manageable! So you can understand why I can’t imagine my life without Sven! Happy birthday love <3

 

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